Don't you ever judge a book by it's
cover - don't even think about it - that Book
might be you! Filed under Assorted Titles in
someone's small library, that book could be us;
neither one thing nor the other,
uncategorised…
Our heart aching for someone to take us up,
find our true number, and file us under 'M'.
An empty dust jacket lies forgotten in a
corner
No substance or form, nothing to read here,
only a flat blue jacket, 'The Making of a man' -
Tales of Transformation to category 'M'.
Pages lying crumpled and creased in the dusty
cupboard.
We want our jacket, we're cold and tired of
this nebulous life, we were shapely, and
form-full until the whirlwind of Hope scattered
us here!
Hope takes up our Life.
There lies our Jacket in the Corner wanting
to tell our story; to gather us up and put
ourselves onto ourselves.
I have taken myself up to read and I lay
myself down again, not in the corner nor on the
floor but in category 'M'.
And someone takes me up and reads me, man of
man reading and taking notes - From Me!
He will be a man like me.
When 'The Making of a man
part the infinity' -
Many Tales of
Transformation to category 'M'.
Is almost, never finished.
